“I thought and pondered-vainly. I felt that blank incapability of invention which is the greatest misery of authorship, when dull Nothing replies to our anxious invocations.” shelley
This is how I feel as I attempt to pinpoint the crucial events that have made up my present day psych. I suppose I am made up differently than most students at Poughkeepsie Day School. To begin my mind floats to age three, where the mess began. I can still see the sun peaking in; it lightly brushing the creamy yellow walls. The stained white rug that had been lived in, and turned into a spotty brown rag. The green, luscious wood was my playland. My shiny black dog sat on the moldy deck; I remember pressing my little hand against her shiny, hot fur. “How …show more content…
My usual was different from everybody else 's usual. My mom was stuck with minimum wage paying jobs. She was offered a job at a gym, and eventually a place to live. We moved, once again, this time a peculiar place. We inhabited an old spa above the gym she worked at. At this time I said goodbye to my tight knit group of friends in Beekman, and blossomed socially in Millbrook. In spite of my mother going to jail and moving numerous places I always found my place socially. At this time my dad was hopeful of greater finances. While living in the spa there were times where my mom didn’t have enough money for heat. I remember coming home from school, curling up in a ball and going to sleep. I had to live with my mom to go to Millbrook. My dad’s house was far superior to my mom’s various abodes. My mom was poor, and at some points didn’t have a car. Throughout middle school I switched from Arlington to Millbrook twice. Making it hard at some point to hold down sincere friendships. Eighth grade my mother and I were at eachothers throats. She ended up moving again, this time it was a two bedroom apartment. Thank god we were granted another bedroom, where would I go to get away from her badgering? The moving continued until I settled in my Dad and attended
This is how I feel as I attempt to pinpoint the crucial events that have made up my present day psych. I suppose I am made up differently than most students at Poughkeepsie Day School. To begin my mind floats to age three, where the mess began. I can still see the sun peaking in; it lightly brushing the creamy yellow walls. The stained white rug that had been lived in, and turned into a spotty brown rag. The green, luscious wood was my playland. My shiny black dog sat on the moldy deck; I remember pressing my little hand against her shiny, hot fur. “How …show more content…
My usual was different from everybody else 's usual. My mom was stuck with minimum wage paying jobs. She was offered a job at a gym, and eventually a place to live. We moved, once again, this time a peculiar place. We inhabited an old spa above the gym she worked at. At this time I said goodbye to my tight knit group of friends in Beekman, and blossomed socially in Millbrook. In spite of my mother going to jail and moving numerous places I always found my place socially. At this time my dad was hopeful of greater finances. While living in the spa there were times where my mom didn’t have enough money for heat. I remember coming home from school, curling up in a ball and going to sleep. I had to live with my mom to go to Millbrook. My dad’s house was far superior to my mom’s various abodes. My mom was poor, and at some points didn’t have a car. Throughout middle school I switched from Arlington to Millbrook twice. Making it hard at some point to hold down sincere friendships. Eighth grade my mother and I were at eachothers throats. She ended up moving again, this time it was a two bedroom apartment. Thank god we were granted another bedroom, where would I go to get away from her badgering? The moving continued until I settled in my Dad and attended